When the Doctor Uses A Hack

Upon hearing these words, Guo Zhiyong immediately felt warmth in his heart.

It was just like when he saw the three children by the side of the road, how he had rushed forward without any hesitation, with a sense of resolve.

Some things, once done, are done.

Whether one regrets them or not is not important.

Perhaps it’s just a surge of impulse in the mind that turns into action.

In that moment, in the blink of an eye, calm is not what makes a hero…

Guo Zhiyong didn’t intend to be a hero, but at that moment, he simply couldn’t hold back.

Everyone has their own professional creed.

It was as if he heard Tan Zhonglin declare they would give it their all.

All Guo Zhiyong wanted to do was to be a good teacher and protect his students.

Any regrets?

No regrets!

Thinking of the smiling faces of those three children, Guo Zhiyong couldn’t help but smile, and even the bloodied back of his hand seemed to hurt less in that moment.

These were three precious lives, after all!

With this thought, Guo Zhiyong grinned and said, “I’ll leave it to the director.”

Tan Zhonglin nodded.

After examining the patient’s condition, Tan Zhonglin organized a departmental discussion.

What would be the best treatment!

What needed to be done now was to devise the best treatment plan.

Zhou Yang, who was more familiar with the illness, took the lead and said, “I think the most important thing right now is the repair of the nerves, blood vessels, and tendons on the back of the hand. Apart from the main radial and ulnar nerves, the most critical are the small nerves and blood vessels in the functional and sensory areas that need reconstruction.”

“The function of the back of the hand relies on these small peripheral nerves and blood vessels. Skin flap transplant can indeed solve many problems, but… the patient still has the potential for repair. I think we should reserve skin flap transplantation and focus primarily on repairing the original tissue.”

The deputy director sighed, “Dr. Zhou is right, but the patient’s injuries are quite severe now. It’s a huge project to repair each peripheral nerve and blood vessel, as well as a very intricate one. At the very least, we’re not that proficient in this area. To perfectly repair the peripheral nerves and blood vessels, it’s going to be very difficult.”

This kind of peripheral nerve and blood vessel repair belongs to microvascular hand surgery, which is much more difficult than finger reattachment.

The small blood vessels have many branches, and the nerves are even more subtle.

The difficulty of repair increases exponentially.

Tan Zhonglin listened to the discussion with a serious expression, urging them to give it their best.

The surgery should ideally take place within four hours, as long-term ischemia would only result in skin flap transplantation to maintain morphological function.

That is, to make it look like the back of a hand.

After much thought, Tan Zhonglin suddenly thought of Chen Cang.

Xiao Chen… how would he handle such a situation?

With this in mind, he quickly stood up and sent the photos of Guo Zhiyong’s wound and imaging data to Chen Cang: “Xiao Chen, what do you think about this situation?”

Chen Cang was in the middle of surgery and had no chance to look at his phone.

When Tan Zhonglin didn’t receive a reply from Chen Cang, he became anxious and made a phone call.

If there’s no answer, call again!

No answer! Keep calling!

Chen Cang was performing surgery, and his phone was lying on a table inside the operating room. A few nurses were watching Chen Cang’s skillful operation, with An Yanjun assisting.

Hearing the persistent ringing of the phone, Chen Cang frowned slightly, “Whose call is it?”

A nurse glanced at the screen: “Dr. Xiao Chen, it’s Tan Zhonglin.”

Chen Cang was startled, then responded, easing his current actions: “Help me take it, and put it on speaker.”

The nurse nodded, picked up the phone, turned on the speaker, and held it close to Chen Cang.

After the call connected, Chen Cang said, “Director Tan, I’m in surgery, what’s up?”

Tan Zhonglin was taken aback and said apologetically, “This is… Xiao Chen, I’ve got a patient here, it’s quite urgent, can you take a look and tell me what you think?”

Chen Cang hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Okay.”

Upon hearing this, Tan Zhonglin was instantly overjoyed, “I’ve sent it to you on WeChat. Take a look at the photo.”

After the nurse helped him open WeChat, Chen Cang immediately saw Guo Zhiyong’s condition.

After casually browsing through it, Chen Cang considered for a moment and then said to the nurse, “Please tell him, it’s treatable.”

The nurse nodded and opened the voice message, saying, “Director Tan, our Dr. Chen here says it’s treatable!”

As soon as the young nurse spoke, the few nurses and instrument nurses nearby were instantly struck with a surge of pride, their eyes widening!

In their eyes, gleaming with piercing cold and a subtle hint of menace, they stared at the nurse who had just spoken!

One mustn’t speak carelessly!

What do you mean by “our”?

Chen Cang was also taken aback. Although the phrase sounded fine, it felt somewhat odd to him.

Shaking his head, Chen Cang continued to suture the tendon in his hand, his fingers dancing nimbly, causing the watching nurses to be filled with excitement.

In contrast, An Yanjun remained single-mindedly focused, watching Chen Cang’s method intently, deep in thought.

“Hearing no gossip on either side, solely devoted to the art of suturing”

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Upon hearing the nurse’s voice, Tan Zhonglin was instantly delighted!

Treatable!

If Chen Cang said it’s treatable, then there were definitely no problems.

It was the same when Chen Cang had sutured Xing Yu’s tendon.

Thinking of this, Tan Zhonglin became somewhat excited.

But then… on second thought, wasn’t that nurse’s voice he heard?

But what does “our Dr. Chen” mean?

Let it be, let it be.

With this in mind, Tan Zhonglin initially thought of inviting Chen Cang over, but then he immediately shook his head.

Wouldn’t that be inviting more trouble?

Today he’s a people’s hero, who knows what he’ll be tomorrow?

At that thought, Tan Zhonglin had a stroke of inspiration.

Transfer!

After all, whether Guo Zhiyong had surgery here or at the second provincial hospital, it was the same since Chen Cang would be in charge either way. He just needed to follow and assist.

What difference did it make where it was done?

Moreover, Chen Cang was still in surgery; by the time he finished, who knew how long it would take for him to arrive by taxi. If the patient went directly, Chen Cang would just be finishing up, and nothing would be delayed.

Thinking this, Tan Zhonglin slapped his leg and made up his mind!

After coming out, the hospital director Li Hui and the leaders from the Education Department were still standing there.

After some hesitation, Tan Zhonglin said to Li Hui, “Director Li, I have a general understanding of the patient’s condition, but the best treatment isn’t with us here.”

“I suggest transferring the patient to the emergency department of the second provincial hospital, where effective treatment can be given.”

Li Hui was instantly taken aback, “Why?”

He Tong frowned even more, fixing his gaze on Tan Zhonglin, “What do you mean, Director Tan?”

Tan Zhonglin looked at both of them and explained, “The thing is, it’s difficult to guarantee treatment outcomes for the patient here. There’s a Dr. Chen at the second provincial hospital who has a better treatment plan, and I suggest sending the patient there.”

As soon as He Tong heard this, thinking Tan Zhonglin wanted to shirk responsibility, his face darkened with displeasure, and he said sternly, “Director Tan, that’s in poor taste. Comrade Guo is a people’s hero from Anyang City, and the reputation of the hand surgery department of our Provincial People’s Hospital precedes it. If you transfer the patient at this time, how will others view us? Will they say we’re cold and unfeeling toward our heroes?”

Seeing the situation, Li Hui quickly pulled Tan Zhonglin aside, “Old Tan, what are you doing at this time? Don’t you see what’s happening here? It’s a political task, and you have to do it well!”

“You can’t make mistakes!”

“Also, whoever you need, just call and ask directly to come here. If we do the procedure in our own hospital, it’s also an honor for us. How would it look if we go to another hospital?”

“At this critical moment, we must save the person, and it’s best if it’s done in our hospital. Whoever you need help from, just say the word. Isn’t that a simple matter for the leaders?”